World Cup! ft. CHAMELEON Lyrics

(Ooooo, oooo, yeah… yeah, yeah, ooo)

I'm not hiding it, you can see the glances

Fine girl whine you're not too busy to dance with

She like "nah nigga, you gone need credentials"

"I got a man, see and he gone need some answers"

But where he at doe? You don't leave no pictures on the gram

And I pinky promise you won't get no mentions

Your eyes wandering, they don't need directions

I'm right here

It's quite clear

You don't need your glasses

(Nah!)

Take these chances

Don't leave em pass you by like the transit

You can weave your hands with mine if you ask me

Know these romancing kinds, we get angsty

You listen to Lancey? Foux?

Oh!

You tickle my fancy

(Hah!)

If I could then I'd be rosy in the cheeks

Stone cold, keep me cozy in the streets

Phone home, don't leave me lonely for a week

(Yeah)

(Yeah, yeah)

If I could then I'd be rosy in the cheeks

Stone cold, keep me cozy in the streets

Phone home, don't leave me lonely for a week

Perfect

Mano do céu, véi.

Ontem eu vi que cê postou o baguio lá com a mina lá, mano

Pirei. Mina linda pra caralho, hein?

Mandou bem, mano

And I fucked up I did, sure

Cropped niggas out til I fucked up the picture

Don't know what's wrong but I ain't dumb I ain't misheard

Words getting thrown like they chucked from the pitcher

And I ain't diss her

I don't want no beef, I want a hug

I really miss her

And it wasn't deep so what's the fuss

You must've misheard

Baby got her knuckles tryna tussle bro, I've been there

Yeah I've been there

But you ain't being fair

(Nah!)

Yeah you nasty

You ain't even ask me why you just angry

You just wanna blast you don't try understand me

You ain't gotta bash me time after time

I ain't even out of line, I'm upset

But you tickle my fancy

(Hah!)

If I could then I'd be rosy in the cheeks

Stone cold, keep me cozy in the streets

Phone home, don't leave me lonely for a week

(Yeah)

(Yeah, yeah)

If I could then I'd be rosy in the cheeks

Stone cold, keep me cozy in the streets

Phone home, don't leave me lonely for a week

(If I could then I'd be rosy in the cheeks)

(Stone cold, keep me cozy in the streets)

These are hand-me-downs

Cheap clothes

You wear Balmains

You don't need those

Tryna quarrel you got problems you can keep those

Way you playing me got games you running cheat codes

You a snack, I'm in my bag just like some Fritos

Cheetos

Doritos! (ye)

I'm on a diet I don't eat those

Got me running round in circles burning ketones

You was eying me you tried it, I could see though

You had your shot and you missed (pow)

Like a free throw (yeah)

(I'm so silly)

(DJ, pára a música)

These are hand-me-downs (yeah)

Cheap clothes (yeah)

You wear Balmains (yeah)

You don't need those (yeah)

Tryna quarrel you got problems you can keep those (yeah)

Way you playing me got games you running cheat codes (yeah)

You a snack, I'm in my bag just like some Cheetos (yeah)

Fritos (yeah)

Doritos! (yeah)

I'm on a diet I don't eat those (yeah)

Got me running round in circles burning ketones (yeah)

You was eying me you tried it, I could see though (yeah)

You had your shot and you missed (pow)

Like a free throw

(yeah)

(like a free throw)

Ah mano, é assim mesmo, tá ligado?

Dá pra agradar todo mundo nessa vida não.

Tem gente que não quer muito papo... E é assim mesmo.

Acontece com todo mundo.

Mas hein, mano. Fica triste não, véi.

Isso é bobeira. Cê um cara massa.

Bonito. Cheio de saúde. Certeza que cê acha alguém melhor qualquer hora, véi.

Vai dar certo.